In a luxurious office sat a man.
The room was silent. Sunlight streamed in through the open window, illuminating the dark wooden desk.
His appearance closely resembled that of Zhang Fei, but he was much more handsome.
His face was mature and refined, his beard elegant and well-groomed.
His lips were curved into a gentle smile as he read through some important documents, enjoying the birdsong drifting in from outside.
He still didn't know what had happened to Zhang Fei.
He was the Patriarch of the Zhang Family. Zhang Fei, despite being a genius with potential, was still just a young man of the current generation.
Patriarch Zhang was a figure far above him. He had only heard that name a handful of times, in discussions about the allocation of resources for young talents.
And yet, the office door suddenly swung open, slamming against the wall.
The birds outside fell silent at the noise.
